Heaven is a fishing minigame and the bait is your mouth. I don't know why this works but it does. The first Dildo Fishing was already unhinged but this sequel cranks the absurdity to a level where you're literally, and I mean literally, catching angel girls with your tongue. The clicker rhythm feels like playing a broken version of that old Popcap game Feeding Frenzy except instead of fish it's big titted celestial beings and instead of eating them you're... well. The cumshot mechanic triggers when you successfully reel one in, which sounds straightforward but the timing is this weird micro-puzzle that the game never explains. You just fail a few times and then your hand figures it out.

The arcade structure is barebones. You click, you catch, the angels moan, numbers go up. That's it. There's no progression tree or unlockable heavens or whatever. Just a single screen with sky beauties floating past and your avatar's mouth gaping open like a broken garage door. The art is deliberately scuffed, like someone drew it with a mouse in MS Paint while extremely distracted, which honestly adds to the whole thing. Clean polished visuals would make this feel clinical and weird in a bad way. This feels like you found a corrupted.swf file on a USB stick in 2007.

I wish the angels had more variety in their reactions. After the tenth catch you've heard all the voice lines and the audio starts looping in a way that breaks immersion. Not that immersion is the point of a game where you perform oral on celestial bodies. The Angel Beats reference in the tags is doing a lot of heavy lifting, the aesthetic borrows from that show's character design language but then immediately does unspeakable things to it. The catcher minigame has this one angel that moves erratically and her hitbox is straight up lying to you. I've lost her three times in a row and I'm still mad about it. The big tits tag is accurate, they bounce with physics that don't exist in our universe.

You find yourself swallowed by the murky depths of an old, mysterious fortress, faint candle flames dancing against the cold, cracked walls. Unsettling noises creep from hidden places within the castle. Compelled by curiosity, you cautiously begin to explore the twisting corridors.

To your right lies a feast of decadent dishes piled high on an ornate wooden table. Despite the bounty, a strange chill lingers here, as if unseen eyes watch your every move.

Going down into the basement, the air grows heavier, crowded with relics both curious and macabre. Hidden hints and twisted treasures promise a way out if you dare to take them.

Use "WASD" to wander through this sinister stronghold, interact with everything suspicious or inviting to gather hints or tools.

Enemies emerge from shadows without warning, testing your resolve and cunning. Survival depends on quick thinking and steady hands as you fend off or evade these nightmarish foes.

Shape your avatar with tantalizing options, whether angelic light, devilish edge, or wild fur for the untamed explorer. Engage in provocative scenes where demonic forces and sensual tentacles intertwine, pulling you into an erotic nightmare.

A twisted maze of lust and peril stretches before you, where every shadow holds a promise or a threat.

The pixelated angel spread her wings and I just... stared at the bounce. Not the holy kind of bounce either. Charlie's little minigame isn't about saving souls, it's about getting her out of that robe, and the whole thing has this scrappy Flash-era energy that makes me weirdly nostalgic even though the art looks like it was drawn on a cracked tablet.

Getting the rhythm right for both characters at once is where the threesome mechanic actually shines. You're tapping one side of the screen to keep Charlie moaning while the other angel, Charly (creative naming there, real galaxy brain stuff), needs her own tempo. Miss a beat and they both give you this disappointed look that stings more than it should. The humor lands accidentally half the time, like when an animation loops wrong and suddenly it's just wings flapping with no body attached. I laughed. I also kept playing. The whole thing feels like someone's first Ren'py project they made while horny and caffeinated, which honestly is a vibe I respect.

The sound design is whatever, just some stock moans layered over what might be a royalty free harp. But there's this one moment when you sync both angels perfectly and the screen flashes gold and their sprites overlap in a way that's genuinely hot despite the jank. Or because of it. Hard to tell. The minigame itself gets repetitive after a few rounds but the unlockable gallery keeps you going. Not that I checked. Okay I checked. The threesome scenes have this clumsy earnestness that polished games lack, like the creator really wanted you to see exactly what they imagined even if the anatomy gets questionable around the fourth pose. No Lucy Liu cameo though. Missed opportunity.

Three minutes in and you already know this thing is not trying to be “sexy comfort food”. It feels more like someone smashed a horny visual novel into a moody dark fantasy RPG and then said, yeah, let the angels cum and cry at the same time. The setup is weird in a good way: you are this male celestial warrior who screwed up his place in the heavenly order and now walks around in mortal skin, stuck between factions who all lied to you at some point. Every choice you make pulls you deeper into this mess of vampires, demons and those three strange kids who clearly are not just “kids”. You look at them and you feel this heavy, wrong power humming under the skin, like something old trying to wake up and fuck the world over. Then the game looks you in the eye and asks: you gonna protect them, use them or break them a little at a time?

What really hits different is how scenes shift between points of view without warning. One moment you are the exiled angel, trying to keep your halo from rusting while a demoness grinds on your lap and whispers about “freedom” in your ear. Next moment you are that same demon, watching him from the corner, judging him, wanting him, wanting to corrupt those kids he cares about just to see his face when they fall. The multi‑POV stuff is messy but in a way that feels like an actual adult brain, full of lust and guilt and bad ideas. You get voyeur scenes where your character is literally watching through a mirror while a vampire feeds and fucks in the same motion, blood mixing with spit, and you have dialog options like “walk away” or “stay and let it change you”. Not a hint, not a fade to black, the game just lingers on it. Then later that same vampire might kneel in front of you, red eyes soft, asking for forgiveness while you decide if you give mercy, a hard dick or both. It pretends to care about morality but honestly it cares more about what breaks you first: your ideals or your underwear.

The corruption angle is where it goes nuts. You feel your angelic side rotting, bit by bit. You flirt with demons, you taste vampire blood from a lover’s tongue, you let an inhuman girl ride you while her wings sc*** the wall and her fingers dig into your chest like she wants to pull out that holy heart. And the story actually remembers. Some routes will twist the kids into little monsters, half angel half demon, staring at you with eyes that know too much, asking you why you touched them the way you did, why you taught them freedom means ignoring every rule heaven ever spat at you. Other times you can keep them “pure”, which honestly feels more fucked up, because the world around them is drowning in lust, and the game keeps throwing you scenes where you sneak away to fuck a demon in an alley while they sleep in the next room. The mood stays dark, like corrupted church art, but it still gets shamelessly horny. You are in a ruined chapel, candles, old symbols, your back slammed against the altar while a fallen angel wraps her thighs around your waist, halo cracked and hanging in her hair. She tells you she was made to serve the divine, then begs you to fill her with anything but holy light. Somewhere outside, monsters scream, realms tremble, fate hangs in the balance or whatever, and you just keep going, because right there, body on body, is the only kind of “free will” that actually feels real.